Happy Birthday Fatso

Birthdays are fun. And, as-per, it was nice to get out and have a drink with most of the gang.

There is a group of us that I’ve mentioned here before (the WTC to those in the know) who every time one of us has a birthday we celebrate it in a very particular way. That involves some really disgusting aftershave  as well as several beers and something to eat in the local pub. 

This year was no exception. A smaller group than normal due to the rigours of the last year or so, but much more relaxed. it was good to reminisce about the Christmas intake of food and alcohol and try not to do the same again but almost impossible. A lot of people try to do dry January or Veganuary. That’s not for me given that my birthday is in the middle of it. New Years Resolutions are a pointless excercise for me for that reason alone, so I don’t make them.  I do set myself challenges at other time’s though.  Last year was smoking, this year it’s fitness. And I don’t mean “fitness pizza in my belly”. I’ve got to get into some kind of shape for the charity walk, and I just feel heavy. It’s no use.  I have to fix it. Eat, Drink and be merry, for tomorrow the diet starts. Wish me luck. 

This isn’t helped by the fact that one of our number is renowned for making cakes for birthdays. This year she didn’t disappoint but she didn’t make a cake. She acquired one and rightly so. Happily it wasn’t the full size cake because none of us could and/or should have consumed it even if we wanted to. See below. 

I was also lucky enough to receive a bottle of scotch which is great although I don’t drink scotch and I’m led to believe It’s form of recycling. my dad will be pleased when I see him next.  In the meantime Mrs G and I are off to Breacon. 

The WTC has has a rough year of it, but it’s still going. The people might change but the concept stays the same. Have night out and some banter. There is nothing better for the soul. And long may it continue. 

Until next time